The young man approaching with a single saber on his back was, of course, Shen Lang.
Shen Lang gave the group an indifferent glance, then started walking toward the mountain pass without a word.
"Hey, asshole! I'm talking to you, are you deaf?!" The young man flew into a rage when he realized Shen Lang was ignoring him.
"Pardon me, were you speaking to me?"
As he walked up to the group, Shen Lang asked calmly.
"That's right…"
The young man had just gotten two words out when he realized something wasn't right. His face flushed red as he cursed, "Damn it, are you trying to get smart with me? You tired of living?"
"Alright, Xia Yu, that's enough!" A steady-looking middle-aged man stood up from the group. He eyed Shen Lang with a hint of caution and said, "Young brother, may I ask which faction you belong to? Are you planning to enter the Tala Prairie?"
